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Ease into it how?
We could start with you telling me what you’d like to do. What do you fantasize about?
There was another lengthy pause, during which I held my breath. I wanted him to say yes so damn badly. I knew I’d have to accept it if he didn’t, but damn, I really wanted to release some of the pent-up desire I felt for him—even if it was only through words. My whole body thrummed with anticipation in those few short moments that I waited for a reply. My skin prickled, my pulse sped up.
Ihadn’t ever wanted anyone like this in my entire fucking life. Not even my first boyfriend. Definitely not any of my more recent hookups. Maybe that thought should scare me. I hadn’t evenmetBiCurious, and I was half-gone over the guy. But maybe that’swhyI wanted him so much. Unlike the few guys I’d fooled around with since starting college, I was getting to know him.
He messaged:Can you hold that thought? I’ll be home in about four hours.
My heart lurched, and I actually gasped in surprise. He didn’t say no. He wasn’t rejecting the idea outright. This might really happen.
In four fucking hours. I groaned and palmed my eager dick.
Sure. I’m probably gonna die of blue balls, but I’ll wait for you ;)
Such a romantic,BiCurious snarked, and I laughed out loud.
Staying up until two in the morning would be a stretch for me, but I could make an exception for this. For him.
We’d only been chatting for a couple of weeks, but I already talked to him more than anyone else in my life. And even though he didn’t know my name, or my position on the field, or even my major—he knew the important things. He knew I was a goof and a flirt; he knew I liked to embrace the happy things in life; he knew I doted on my niece, whom everyone called Screech because of the sheer volume of her lungs when she was three.
And I knew him too. I knew he was a little jaded, a bit disillusioned about life. But he was also a loyal friend. He worked hard, did favors for people he thought deserved it, and he was smart. A little reserved, but each day, some of that guard came down, and I saw bits and pieces of his personality.
I liked what I saw. I liked it a lot.
And now, finally, I might get to see a bit more. Not with photos or video just yet. I didn’t want to push him too far too fast. But I’d get to peek inside his head, preview his fantasies, and discover how compatible we might be.
I’ll just be here, naked, in bed…
He responded in his typical fashion:You’re such a fucker.
Then, before I could worry he might actually be bothered, he added:You’ll pay for this later.
Oh, hell yeah. That is one price I am happy to pay.
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SIMON
What do you fantasize about?
HotPan’s question to me circled my head all evening as I finished up my shift and closed the bar with Rhett. WhatwouldI do with HotPan if I had him in front of me right now?
I was a simple guy. I’d kiss him. I’d kiss the shit out of HotPan, kiss him hard and wet and dirty. I’d push him against a wall, pull his bottom lip between my teeth, and make him gasp.
And…that’s where my mind went blank.
Kissing.
It wasn’t exactly going to win me any sexting awards. For all I knew, HotPan wouldn’t even want to kiss. Some guys were just about getting off and getting gone. He’d stuck around, chatting with me, becoming a friend. So, he probably wanted more, right?
But that thought only set my pulse racing more. Was I ready for that? Ready for a boyfriend?
Get over yourself, Prentiss. He asked for a fantasy, not a commitment.
Round and round my thoughts went until finally I got back to my room, heart racing and cock half hard before I’d even texted him. I changed into some pajama bottoms and climbed into bed before typing out a message with shaking fingers.
Home finally.
